Chapter 807: Shaking Waves and Listening to Thunder
"Demons and ghosts are no longer human. They do not have our thoughts and desires. To achieve the highest level of cultivation, the first thing is to maintain the self. Without the self, all efforts in cultivation will be in vain.
Before realizing they are about to become demons, many seniors will make their own judgment and allow themselves to have an end of their own choice. This path is also the destination of many fighters.
But some are unwilling to give up, and will cling to this gap, protecting future generations and hoping to delay until future generations find a solution."
Feng Heshou said, "This is also a kind of trial, an extremely long tempering. If you can maintain your 'true form and original intention', you can at least hold on for dozens or even hundreds of years. If you can't resist, then you will lose both body and mind, seeking liberation but unable to find it, and will be thrown into the world of demons and ghosts.
This senior just couldn't hold on and went to a place he shouldn't have gone.
When we first begin, we advance with courage and determination, but when we reach a deeper level, we become cautious and tread on thin ice, filled with awe and unable to act recklessly.
He looked around and said, "This place will also be my destiny in the future. I chose the appearance of a human, so I may be able to maintain it longer than those predecessors."
After saying this, he walked forward and soon disappeared into the bright light.
Chen Chuan glanced around and walked in with a knife in hand. After coming out, he found that the light had actually weakened a little. This might be because there were many algae plants around, and the ubiquitous light seemed to be absorbed by these plants.
But the most important thing is not this. At the moment, he is in a relatively spacious and high platform. Below the platform, there are huge figures of various shapes. They block the light coming from farther away, and there seem to be more than ten of them.
Feng Heshou looked ahead and said, "In the past six hundred years, except for the Zen Sword Patriarch, the Ninth, Twelfth, and Fifteenth Masters, all other Masters and predecessors who achieved the realm of the Sword Sect eventually annihilated themselves here."
Chen Chuan looked outside. The figure in front of him was extremely huge and close to the platform. If he wanted to see the whole picture, he had to look up.
Moreover, only a few of them still retain the outline of human form, while the rest have strange shapes and look like legendary monsters.
He said, "Then where did those people go?"
Feng Heshou said, "The Zen Blade Patriarch may have gone to the depths of the other world to seek the truth. I don't know what he's like now. The other Tavern Masters didn't want to end their lives. Except for one who stayed at the entrance to the rift, the others chose to follow the Patriarch in his search for the truth. They never returned, and I don't want them to come back either."
Chen Chuan looked at the light emerging from the giant figures and agreed with him. Could he really find the way to the other side? If he couldn't find it, it would be fine. But if he could find it back, that would be terrifying.
"Mr. Chen, let's fight here today." Feng Heshou turned around and said, "Although this is just a sparring match, I won't hold back." As he spoke, his expression became serious. He unsheathed his long sword, then placed it at his waist and bowed to Chen Chuan. "Lang Tao Pavilion, Feng Heshou."
Chen Chuan also drew his sword, but he did not hold the Xuejun Sword in his hand. Instead, he stuck it into the ground. Then he raised his hand, clasped his fists and returned the salute, saying, "Pure faction, Chen Chuan." Since it was a fighting competition, he would stand here today as a fighter.
Feng Heshou stood up straight. A faint light first flickered around him, then was replaced by a deep blue wave-like light. Enveloped by the light, his entire body seemed to become blurred. A faint thunder emanated from the blade, and he chanted: "The cold light serves life and death, the sword is the will of the moment."
When the sound arose, he suddenly turned around, and as his sleeves flew outward, he slashed down with a knife through the air. However, a sudden flash of light appeared on the blade, and a blade light condensed by spiritual fire instantly crossed a distance of dozens of meters and flew towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan stared at the light and had no intention of dodging it. He simply stretched out his hand and clapped it. The highly condensed spiritual fire in his palm directly shattered it.
The only sound in the air was a loud bang caused by his swinging arm.
Theoretically speaking, the spiritual light emitted by a knife is borrowed from a part of the alienated tissue on the knife and is highly condensed. Therefore, if you want to break it up head-on, in addition to reacting too quickly, you also need to use several times more strength.
From a tactical point of view, this is a disadvantage. However, this extremely tough defensive method will inevitably make the opponent more cautious in their choices, and even to a certain extent abandon the originally planned attack strategy.
On the other hand, Chen Chuan broke the enemy's momentum with a frontal attack, and his momentum suddenly rose. White steam-like aura floated up from his whole body.
Feng Heshou had a solemn expression. His previous sword strike was extremely fast, which required superhuman reaction and speed, as well as a foundation so solid that he didn't care about consumption. Just as he had thought before, this was an opponent who deserved 100% attention, and the chance of victory did not lie in speed, but in slowness and stability.
He needs to find a suitable entry point.
So……
Although he was thinking in his mind, his hands did not stop moving. He changed from holding the knife with one hand to holding it with both hands, raising it to the level of his eyebrows, with the tip of the knife pointing forward. At the same time, he turned his body to the side, pressed his center of gravity backward, and made a "Breaking Tide" pose of the Langtao Pavilion.
However, just as he was looking for an opportunity to fight, his eyes suddenly changed and he quickly stepped back, because Chen Chuan, who was originally standing in front of him, suddenly rushed in front of him.
With a loud bang, the ground in front suddenly exploded, and the fields of the two also shattered at the same time, causing a large pit with a certain slope to appear at the contact point.
The dust dispersed, and Chen Chuan stood there, with platinum-colored smoke flashing on his fist. He glanced at Feng Heshou who was standing there steadily with a knife. If it was Long Xiang or Wei Guochan who was standing in front of him just now, it would be difficult for them to avoid this attack, but this person dodged it in one step.
It's not that he is fast enough, but that he seems to have some kind of mental ability to foresee danger, so he avoids it in advance.
If it were just like this, since he could adjust accordingly later, he would be caught up by him if he took two steps back at most. However, Feng Heshou gave him the feeling that he was still standing still, so he released this attack without reservation. This should also be a skill of using the mind.
Feng Heshou retreated far away this time, as if to prevent Chen Chuan from further invading. He swung his blade, and suddenly large amounts of mist rolled out from his body, hiding his body inside.
Chen Chuan stood still. The mist came over and hit the biological field outside his body. It could not continue to press in and moved to the sides and upwards. Only slight traces of impact were left at the edge of the field.
He stared at the mist. The other party was very capable. He had just slashed his spiritual perception with a sharp blade, which was why he could use these things. Otherwise, they would not have the effect of concealing the situation.
At this moment, the mist suddenly surged as if pushed by some powerful force, and then dispersed outwards with a bang. In an instant, a figure that seemed real and illusory appeared above. It was Feng Heshou.
At this moment, he seemed to have become as huge as the figures behind him, and the Wen Lei Knife in his hand, which had become equally huge, slashed down at him!
Originally, the two sides were dozens of meters apart, but as the blade swung down, it actually cut in front of him. Moreover, this did not seem to be an illusion. The strong wind pressure brought up a large amount of dust and smoke, and the torn air suddenly became hot.
Chen Chuan's eyes suddenly became extremely deep and calm. Looking at the huge blade that was coming towards him, he did not choose to dodge, because he knew that since the opponent was a sword master, he must be extremely proficient in the use of sword techniques. If he retreated at this moment, he would inevitably fall into a passive position, which would only give the opponent an opportunity.
So at this moment he stood with his feet apart, his center of gravity pressed down, white steam rising from his body, flames rising like fire, staring at the huge knife that was coming at him, crossed his arms and raised them up!
As the blade fell, there was a loud bang, and the entire platform shook. A large amount of smoke and dust rolled up, but compared with the huge blade shadow, Chen Chuan seemed to be standing there steadily with his tiny body.
As he expected, the blade that suddenly transformed was huge, and its power seemed to increase accordingly, but the fundamental contest still lay in the spiritual fire. The spiritual light carried by it did not increase as a result, and remained the same as before.
And now, as they touched each other, they melted and disintegrated, sending out sparks. However, due to the difference in their foundations, the flame on the blade disappeared first.
Seeing this, his eyes flashed, and his fist wrapped in platinum light suddenly punched outward, hitting the outline of the knife shadow that seemed real and illusory. This punch actually caused it to fall back upwards.
After this attack, he exerted force on his feet and rushed forward like a cannonball. The ball of spiritual fire wrapped around his body suddenly collided with the huge figure, causing it to shatter in an instant.
After crashing through, Feng Heshou's true form was revealed. Chen Chuan did not stop, but continued to fly forward and suddenly smashed his clenched fist at him.
Feng Heshou's eyes changed slightly when he saw this, and he stopped his sword in time. With a bang, even though he was four meters tall and the two men were more than twice as tall, the force transmitted by the punch made it difficult for him to block it. He fell back involuntarily, and although he still remained upright, the blue flame above him shook violently.
Chen Chuan kept pushing his feet, leaning forward, and punched out again. With a bang, the blow was once again blocked by the blade in time. However, in the continuous collision of the two sides' forces, the blue light was almost like a candle in the wind, and he continued to stick to it, smashing it continuously.
Under such a fierce bombardment, the blue flame finally couldn't hold on and suddenly dispersed. The punch that followed first hit the blade, and then pushed the weapon to hit Feng Heshou's chest. The subsequent strength poured into his body layer by layer. The next moment, with a huge explosion, the whole person rolled out of the platform!
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(End of this chapter)
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